I was 5 at the time. I came into class, as usual, and sat down. We went through a couple classes until an assembly was called in. Some people in my class were crying. I sat down on the letter “K” as usual. The teacher sadly told us what had happened. I didn’t understand it. I thought a car crashed into a building and it fell down. I didn’t know anybody had died. I don’t remember how the rest of the day went. I never knew what truly happened until 3rd or 4th grade. Now i understand it truly, when some people feel enough time has passed to make jokes about the situation. I understand what the teachers told me even though i truly didn’t understand what had happened after being told several times.